Did the cat get your tongue at the table?
I'm in no mood to watch a cat fight tonight.
"You look like the cat that swallowed the canary," he said, giving her a puzzled look.
Thankful for the change of subject, Cynthia launched into a description of her latest conquests with the cat, again tucking that nagging doubt to the back of her mind.
She lifted the cat to her lap and turned so the light from the doorway would fall on the foot.
A large grey cat was asleep on a rocking chair.
Look what he dreamt; a woman ironing shirts, a child playing, a cat and a farmer pitching hay.
"I like your cat," he said.
He was expecting worse than a cat in Darian's room.
"Dusty is just now on good terms with my cat," Biana replied.
I think the cat wants dessert!
Dawkins asked as he waved a foot at the cat, who scurried back and repeated her greeting.
She sat on the table in the exam room facing a line of backlit x-rays and cat scans on the wall.
It looked like a cat scan of a brain, but it wasn't hers.
He growled a warning and peered back at her through the silver eyes of a cat-like beast the size of a large horse.
The svelte model wore towering boots and a one- piece cat suit that left nothing to the imagination.
And don't try to tell me that black cat wasn't you!
She felt like petting the healer to calm him as she might Toby.s cat but suspected it wouldn.t be welcome.
And then she ran into several of the cat-like creatures roaming the ship.
It didn't purr like a cat but growled.
"First time I ever saw a pink cat," said Zeb.
There's nothing cheerful about dying that I could ever see, although they say a cat has nine lives, and so must die nine times.
An old Cat was in a fair way to kill all the Mice in the barn.
To that extent, the contraption that automatically metes out the daily allotment of cat food for your pet is a robot.
In 1961 in Perthshire, Scotland, a white barn cat named Susie was found at a farm.
The cat can see the mouse.
The cat would like to eat the mouse.
Once I was surprised to see a cat walking along the stony shore of the pond, for they rarely wander so far from home.
Once, when berrying, I met with a cat with young kittens in the woods, quite wild, and they all, like their mother, had their backs up and were fiercely spitting at me.
He knew what a shock he would inflict on his father and mother by the news of this loss, he knew what a relief it would be to escape it all, and felt that Dolokhov knew that he could save him from all this shame and sorrow, but wanted now to play with him as a cat does with a mouse.
Like a cat, she had attached herself not to the people but to the home.